They Say That 'home Is

My Friends Are My Estate.

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.

He Fumbles At Your Spirit As Players At The Keys Before They Drop Full Music On; He Stuns You By Degrees. Prepares Your Brittle Substance For The Ethereal Blow By Fainter Hammers, Further Heard, Then Nearer, Then So Slow Your Breath Has Time To Straighten Your Brain To Bubble Cool,- Deals One Imperial Thunderbolt That Scalps Your Naked Soul.

Unable Are The Loved To Die, For Love Is Immortality.

The Appetite For Silence Is Seldom An Acquired Taste.